Obscuring all I see
I don’t mind
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
I sit
Then breathe
To quiet mind
Of learnings misbegotten
This land once rose
And then it fell
By men of mind besotten
But the wisest insights always come
When I turn away from all of these
And simply listen to the voice within
Which resonates best with my body
In repose
I reflect
On the day that has been
On the day to come
Until
Like the birds
I respect the silence
Let my mind go still
So I breathe
Let go the thoughts
Dispelling
The chaos
Until I am conscious
Only of being
Unsaturated pastels
Hushed details
Settled sea
Slumbering land
Quiet calm
What is peace?
Awakening
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still